The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 6203

the city lord mansion, deep inside, outside the hidden chamber.

A lone figure stood guard in front of the tightly shut door to the hidden chamber, straight and still like a rock left out in a storm.

It was the kind of stillness that made the whole place feel emptier around him.

It was Luther.

He wore black from head to toe.

His face had gone pale, drained of all color. Cold sweat covered his forehead in a fine layer, then slid down his cheeks and dripped to the ground.

In his hand, he gripped the black wraith blade that had stayed with him for years.

His fingers had tightened so hard around the hilt it looked like he might crush it.

His eyes stayed locked on the golden warship in the sky.

Past that, they fixed on the army of the Celestial Palace spread across the heavens like it could blot everything out.

The pressure of the True Immortal Realm came down on him like a mountain.

Even breathing had turned hard, and his legs gave a faint tremble under the weight.

But he did not step back.

He did not give up even an inch. He only stood there in silence, guarding the door.

Behind him was the hidden chamber.

Inside the hidden chamber was Jared.

Grace stood beside Luther.

She wore a plain green dress, and the wild wind whipped it until the cloth snapped and fluttered around her. Her hair streamed loose in the air.

Her cultivation was only at the High Immortal Realm.

Under the crushing pressure pouring off the Celestial Palace army, her body swayed as if it might give out at any moment. She was barely able to stay on her feet, and her face had turned white as paper.

But she bit down hard on her lower lip until a faint line of blood showed.

She forced herself upright and did not fall.

She did not say a word.

She only stood there beside Luther, staying with him, guarding that door with him.

Evelyn stood behind the two of them.

The injuries on her body had not fully healed yet.

The old wounds were still there, and now new pressure had piled on top of them. Her face was white like paper, without the slightest hint of blood, and her thin frame looked like a gust of wind could knock her over.

She lifted her head and looked at the golden tide in the sky, the sight of it enough to drive people into despair.

Her eyes shook under it, and her slender body gave a faint tremble.

But her feet still did not move back.

She stayed at the door to the hidden chamber too.

The Young Lord had saved her life.

He had given her a second one.

Now the Young Lord was in danger.

Even if it cost her this life, she was going to stay here.

Vivian stood at the very front.

She wore a plain white dress that made her look almost untouchable.

Her face was stunning, but right now that cold, distant face held no expression at all. There was only a heavy stillness there.

She held a longsword in a tight grip.

The blade gave a faint tremor, carrying a restless edge with it.

Her cultivation was the highest among the four of them.

But facing a thousand elites from the Celestial Palace, facing Godric at True Immortal Realm Level Two, even she could not see a way to win. There was not a shred of certainty in it.

They were too strong.

Far too strong.

The other side's strength lay between them like a chasm no one could cross.

But she did not retreat.

Vivian slowly turned her head.

Her eyes fell on the tightly shut door to the hidden chamber behind her, and something deeply tangled passed through her gaze.

Worry. Attachment. Resolve. Finality...

Jared was inside.

He was in secluded recovery, healing his wounds, refining that power, bringing his strength back.

He knew nothing about what was happening outside.

He did not know the Celestial Palace army had already come to the gates.

He did not know Cloudhaven City was hanging by a thread. He did not know countless people were fighting for their lives because of him.

But he had to live.

As long as he lived, there was still hope.

As long as he lived, there was still a chance to turn all of this around.

Vivian drew in a slow breath.

Everything in her face settled back down as she turned away from the door and looked up at the sky again. Her gaze became steady and quiet once more.

She looked at Evelyn behind her and said in a light voice that left no room to argue, "Evelyn, your injuries still haven't healed, and your spiritual power is unstable. Fall back. We've got this here."

Evelyn shook her head.

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